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Last week, although the garage scandal continued to billow around Baltimore courtrooms, the city erupted into wild celebration. On hand to play the first Baltimore major-league baseball game in more than half a century, the new Orioles were paraded through the streets amid 32 floats and the blare of 20 bands. But Tommy D'Alesandro was not there to strew orchids. He was in Bon Secours Hospital suffering from a nervous collapse, minus 40 of his 190 Ibs., a shadow of his once proud, pudgy self...
When free from both teaching and administration, Owen likes to listen to music, not always of the relaxing variety. His friends say he is a jazz addict, and can often be found at Mahogany Hall with his wife, both enjoying the blare tremendously. "Like everyone else," he says, "I've gone fairly batty about music. Got a machine several year sago, and that's like putting your head in the lion...
There was nothing tired about his playing. Instead of the brassy blare that comes from ordinary trumpets, Chefs horn usually sounded something like a clarinet with a frog in its throat-intimate, soft, agile. Starting at fast tempo, he doubled it to play his rapid-fire arabesques, never muffed a note right down to the pointedly abrupt ending...
...leafed aimlessly through the list of sightseeing tours. Through the window of his fifth-floor room he could hear a passing sound truck blare a ragged "God rest ye Merrie Gentlemen." It was Christmas in Boston, and Vag was above with nothing to do. And them, as if in answer to his prayers, an advertisement caught his eye. "Tour number 2, educational, Harvard, M.I.T., Radcliffe, Boston University, Simmons . . ." This is it, Vag murmured, enthused already. He could join in the Boston Christmas spirit and get educated to boot...
...wheezing trucks, buses and trains into Madrid. They carried food in paper bags, and their fat wineskins gurgled. Along silent streets, devoid of trappings or large 'crowds, thousands of them marched in units to the capital's big soccer stadium. Only there, with fluttering banners, the blare of martial music and the thud of boots, did it seem at all like the old days. Veterans of the Blue Division sported Nazi -Iron Crosses on their chests. The huge crowd roared and raised fists into a forest of Fascist salutes. Spain's one & only legal political party...